The moment is perfect. The sky is clear and there is a slight breeze. All you can see is ahead of you and it's all that matters. Everything behind you has allready been overcome with precision and velocity. You look ahead towards the next corner. Are you going to cut it on the inside or take it wide? How fast are you going to enter it? You grip the lush leather steering wheel and you take the corner. It is perfect. The speed was perfect. The way you entered it was perfect. There is a subtle smell of burnt rubber and the engine purrs at high RPMs.